[Zentia POV]
A beautiful woman with olive skin, eyes golden like the sun and smooth, silky black hair dancing in the wind as she held her magi-phone with a concerned look, speaking passionately.
"Dad, the mist is getting so bad. Are you sure you cannot help? I don't want him to get hurt!"
In response, "Zenty... Dad wants to help, but your mother..."
A helpless voice that was deep and attractive—if you asked Zentia, then Raven's voice was sexier and cooler, but her mother Mel'Zeth would beat her ass and say her father was the best.
"But what!?"
"Mother is stupid. Push her into bed, and she'd say yes to anything!"
Zentia gave a bitter smile because the image was horrid. However, she was angry so her mother could get lost!
"She said the cute boy you chose seems capable, and she wants to see him solve the situation himself... Also, don't speak about your mother like that! She's just a little slow, not stupid!"